Chapter 182 An Interlude

Outside the thousand-year-old ship, the evil spirit could not sit still, so it followed Hei Xia Zi and floated into the ancient ship.

Sang Mo changed from sitting to lying down, thinking about how to stop Zhang Qiling, his cheap elder, from losing his memory. The main reason was that he did not want to accept the punishment after failure rather than completing the task.

Nonsense, he is not a masochist. Only if he is depressed would he be willing to experience being disemboweled for 72 hours, punished with electric shocks 72 times, and then deprived of his hearing and vocal cords.

If he really becomes deaf-mute, how can he live a carefree and happy life?

Anyway, as long as Zhang Qiling does not lose his memory at the end of this mission, Sang Mo has no right to interfere after that.

With an idea in mind, Sang Mo basked in the sun with peace of mind. He fell asleep on the sand in a daze.

When Hei Xia Zi came out, he saw a figure sleeping in a peaceful and quiet manner. He curled the corners of his mouth. In his impression, Sang Mo was not the kind of person who slept so casually.

Sang Mo was somewhat of a germaphobe. Even when he slept outdoors, he would always find something to cushion his sleep.

He raised his eyebrows slightly. Speaking of which, Sang Mo seemed to be a little sleepy recently?

Could it be that the evil spirit has absorbed a lot of Sang Mo's energy, causing him to become depressed?

However, he could not see the evil spirit at all, nor could he communicate with it. He could only watch Sang Mo continue to feed the evil spirit with his essence.

He walked over to Sang Mo and sat down on the ground, thinking of various food supplement menus in his mind. He had to nourish Sang Mo. If not, Sang Mo would be sucked to death sooner or later if the evil spirit continued to absorb him.

After all, that would damage the fundamental essence!

Although he wanted to commit suicide by raising evil spirits, that was before Sang Mo lost his memory. Now that Sang Mo has lost his memory several times, the only benefit is probably that his mentality is changing again and again, and his desire to survive is obviously stronger and more intense than before.

This is also what Hei Xia Zi and Zhang Qiling want to see. As long as Sang Mo is alive, it is more important than anything else.

Hei Xia Zi just sat there and watched.

Until Aken and others came out with a lot of pottery jars, A Ning also came out and saw Sang Mo fell asleep. She also reminded him, "Be quiet and move gently, don't break these pottery jars."

These pottery jars contain corpse-eating bugs that the Queen Mother of the West used for experiments. Hei Xia Zi confirmed it with just one glance.

The human head is used as nutrients to support the growth of a corpse-bug. If the jar is broken, the corpse-bugs inside will be awakened.

Obviously, although Aning didn't know what was inside these pottery jars, she had already sensed the danger.

After giving this instruction, Aning went back into the ancient ship, while Wu Xie was still squatting there studying the pottery jars.

He found that these pottery jars seemed to be sealed with beeswax. They felt heavy in his hands, but did not feel like fermented glutinous rice.

“Crack, crack, crack—”

Just at this moment, the walkie-talkie in Aning's hand made a buzzing signal sound, and the strange sound instantly made Zhaxi's hair stand on end.

"The evil boy has appeared!"

"It's an evil boy!"

"Please, leave here! The evil kids are coming to eat us!"

Aning looked at Zhaxi who was holding her calf, her eyelids fluttered impatiently, and she raised her hand and hit Zhaxi on the back of the neck, knocking him unconscious.

She said coldly: "Drag it out and don't get in the way."

Jesse immediately stepped forward and dragged Zhaxi out. Without Zhaxi's ghostly howling, Aning finally spoke, "Wu Xie, stop looking. Let's go deeper."

"There is a signal reflection from the intercom here. There may be someone missing down there."

There was a flash of surprise in Wu Xie's eyes, but the more scared he was, the more curious he became and wanted to find out what was going on, so he stood up and followed Aning down.

Jesse left Tashi under the scorching sun and turned back to the ancient ship.

Hei Xia Zi looked at the unconscious Zhaxi, and then looked at Sang Mo who had changed to a curled up sleeping position beside him.

He recalled the time when the three of them were squeezed into one bed, when Sang Mo unconsciously snuggled into his arms while sleeping...

This sleeping position actually shows a lack of security. The more he thought about it, the more bitter and painful he felt.

How much pain must one have gone through to long for warmth even in one's dreams?

Hei Xia Zi used the tip of his tongue to sharpen the tips of his teeth, as if only blood and pain could numb the pain in his heart.

He stared at Sang Mo's sleeping face, and in a daze he heard Sang Mo mumbling in his sleep, "Very beautiful eyes."

These words made Hei Xia Zi suddenly stiffen and freeze. He couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, but the scenes of his previous interactions with Sang Mo kept replaying in front of his eyes.

Finally, the scene stopped in the underground parking lot, and he asked Sang Mo if he had seen his eyes.

It turned out that he had seen it, so Sang Mo suspected that this was the reason why he killed him. All the misunderstandings piled up together led Sang Mo to such a sad conclusion.

Just guessing though....

But Hei Xia Zi will never forget the words Sang Mo said when he first met him: "It's a blessing to lose my life. Blind man, what were you thinking when you shot that bullet at my forehead?" '

He was thinking...Copycats, don't come to seduce me, don't come to defile Sang Mo. There is only one Sang Mo, and you are all damn counterfeits, inferior copies.

Hei Xia Zi raised his hands to cover his face, thinking that he would always have to pay the bill.

"Bang——"

Suddenly, a dull and strange sound came from the ancient ship. Hei Xiazi turned his head to look at the ancient ship. There was smoke and dust rising, and faint shouts came from inside.

It seemed that Aning and others had encountered some accident, but Hei Xia Zi did not get up.

Sang Mo was still sleeping. He would not leave Sang Mo alone, as accidents could happen at any time in the wild.

What's more, he could sense that the evil spirit seemed to have not returned yet.

That kind of cold feeling did not surround Sang Mo. If anyone took action at this moment, they would definitely hurt Sang Mo.

How could Hei Xiazi allow such a thing to happen!

He turned his head and no longer paid attention to the movement of the ancient ship, and continued to stare at Sang Mo's sleeping face.

From the time the sun was at its highest point in the sky to the time it set in the west, Sang Mo slept very long and deeply. If Aning and the others had not come out, they would all have been injured to varying degrees, and they also brought out two missing people.

Maybe he woke up, or maybe they were too noisy, when Sang Mo opened his eyes, he saw Hei Xiazi's smooth jawline.

Hei Xiazi said, "Awake?"

"It just so happens that they just came out from inside."

Sang Mo yawned, sat up straight and looked at the busy people, some bandaging wounds, some making fire to keep warm, and then his eyes fell on Aning who was bandaging the wound on his arm.

He said in a slightly cold tone: "Didn't I tell you not to get hurt or bleed in the near future?"

Aning curled the corner of her mouth. She couldn't say that she was trying to help Wu Xie. She almost fell into the pit, and the wound on her arm was caused by the wooden board.

The ancient ship is very old, and Wu Xie accidentally broke the deck...

She shook her head, "It's okay, it's not a big wound, just a scratch."

Sang Mo spat, stood up, walked to Aning, and dragged her into the tent next to him, "Don't move."

Aning knew what he was going to do. It seemed that even a little bleeding was not allowed?

She suddenly thought of a question, but for a moment she didn't know how to start.

Sang Mo stabilized the Qilin blood again and asked her, "If you have something to say, just say it."

Ah Ning pulled the corner of her mouth and asked in a low voice: "Then will my bleeding during my menstrual period have any impact?"

Sang Mo, "."

He looked at An Ning in a state of confusion, then belatedly remembered this question and raised his eyebrows to ask, "Are you on your period?"

Ah Ning, "......"

Hei Xia Zi outside the tent curled his lips speechlessly. He looked at Wu Xie who was also standing there in a daze, and felt that sometimes excessive concern might be a bad thing.